Chapter 31. The Houseboy
They decide to go check on Elliot and see how his work is coming along. Dylan asks for some juice so they go into the kitchen, which is spotless! if this is any indication of what is going on upstairs, they've really gotten fortunate in meeting Elliot.
As they walk up the stairs, they hear some lovely humming. "Elliot, we've come to say hi!" says Tommy not wanting to frighten Elliot when he realized they were up here. Elliot comes out of one the bathrooms. "Oh, hi, guys. I wanted to discuss something with you. I got a deposit update for my bank account on my phone, and I was shocked to see what you did! That is just far too much for what you asked me to do here. I don't want to take advantage of you." "Elliot, we are taking advantage of you!" Tommy replies. "I have a very large budget for house and household matters. "Well, when you put it like that, I have to give you a great big thank you! I really appreciate it."
Dylan pats Elliot on the back and adds, "And maybe this will mean that you don't have to work as much as you do." Elliot smiles at him. "it keeps me in good servile shape, and that is good for me since I can't seem to find a Master who won't be brutal."
"It will happen, probably when you least expect it," Tommy encourages,
"you've got a lot going for you: you're bright you're personable, you're talented, and you have a very good head about you when it comes to the scene in addition to be craving for a deep level of submission." Tommy points affectionately at Dylan and then gently pushes him to his knees. Dylan surrounds him with his arms and holds his face against Tommy's crotch. Elliot is caught by surprise and starts to giggle, but then tries to stifle himself.
"It's okay to giggle, Elliot. Dylan was just trying to entertain you."
"Maybe," says Elliot, "but from what I've heard, that's a common position for Dylan." Dylan asks, "Mike told you that?" "Yes, explains Elliot, "but I learned not to believe most of what he told me. He really doesn't understand what is going with you two, and it is driving him crazy because it is so far out of anything he ever imagined. So actually, you might really be having a good influence on him."
Dylan adds "there are a lot of things Mike doesn't understand. Tommy and I have talked about that many times. And we weren't happy with the way he had treated you over here yesterday afternoon." Tommy adds, "and to be honest with you, we were worried about you going back with him, and we're relieved to know that you've extricated yourself from that whole situation."
He puts his arm around Elliot and kisses the side of his head. Elliot blushes then evades further conversation about this topic by turning his attention back to business. "Let me tell you what's happening here. The last load of laundry is in the dryer now. The rooms are cleaned up, dusted and vacuumed; all that is needed if for me to make the beds when the laundry is done. The bathrooms are almost complete as well. "That's wonderful!" say the guys. "And the kitchen is spotless!" adds Dylan. Tommy takes Dylan by the hand. "We're going downstairs to watch a movie, and if my sub keeps me happy during the movie, I'm gonna take him out to dinner tonight," he smiles at Elliot while Dylan smacks Tommy's ass playfully.
They get a few snacks from the kitchen and go to the living room. Tommy picks out the movie—one of the Harry Potter's which they both like. He thinks to himself how ordinary this is—him making all the decisions and choices—how it's been the way they relate since they were still little boys, and it's continued all through the years. Tommy takes care of them. And suddenly an idea comes to him and he giggles accidentally. "What's making you giggle, big guy?" "I was just thinking how I've learned how to be a good Dom because I've spent that past 12 or 13 years practicing it on you, my love."
"Well, keep practicing, dude," answers Dylan as he stretches out and lays his head on Tommy's lap. Tommy loves playing with dylan's hair; he's been doing it for years. When they were younger, Tommy would lay out on the couch on his side and Dylan liked to sit on the floor in front of Tommy, down a bit so they could both see well, and even back then Tommy would ache to touch his hair. One day when they were about 12, Tommy had enough and actually came out with a request: "dylan, would it be okay with you if I . . .un. . .if I kind of played with your hair during the movie-- and it's perfectly okay if you say no?"
Dylan was kind of surprised to realize that they were both moving in the same direction on this. When he was ten years old, Tommy encouraged him to stop letting his mother cut his hair. (She was a real butcher, did a lousy job, and continually berated Dylan while she was doing it.) He told Dylan that he thought he had beautiful hair and that he would love to see what it would turn out like if he never had it cut. So occasionally over the years, they would talk about his hair and Tommy would innocently "check it out" by grabbing on to a couple of locks. Not only did Dylan never mind, but it was touching his latent sub traits and made him feel good inside, made him feel like he was something special for Tommy, and he has started to wish Tommy wouldn't be shy about touching his hair.
"Of course you can, dude, but don't cut any of it off to keep under your pillow!" What he wanted to say was "You can do anything you want to me, Tommy." but it was still just a thought in his head that made him feel afraid to say. He thinks Tommy already knows that. He always lets Tommy have his way with him, even to the point sometimes of tying him up when they played games. He hopes that Tommy understands how much "in-charge" he is. (that was the only way Dylan knew to express his submissiveness.) Anyway,
BACK TO THE PRESENT.
They really enjoy watching the Harry Potter movies. Over the years, they have developed this special kind of dialogue that they keep going at various parts of the movies. Tommy has always wanted to be a champion quidditch player. Dylan's favorite character is Hagrid. (of course! big and butch and slightly threatening. Tommy's favorite character is Prof. McGonagle. Dylan shivers whenever Snape appears on the screen and sometimes Tommy touches his shoulder to ground him. As they got older, Tommy would think Malfoy is "gay"; and one night Dylan had a dream in which Snape spanked him. He even told Tommy that, and Tommy teased him for days, and still does, as a matter of fact. Tommy says he hopes the sorting hat would but them both in the same group.
Dylan thinks that Harry's fat nasty aunt reminds him of his mother and he goes wild every time he sees her deflate and go into space! Tommy thinks that's disrespectful and they will argue about that for a little while after she exits the screen, but Dylan always wins. (Tommy lets him.)
Dylan gets all sorts of aroused when he sees the scenes with the snakes. (The one in the zoo actually gave him a hardon when he was 13 and he tried to hide it from Tommy but Tommy saw it and there is yet ANOTHER reason for Tommy to tease him. This used to feel really strange when Dylan thought all those years that Tommy was straight.
Shortly before the movie ends, Tommy gets a text from Elliot. All finished. thanks again. Hope to see you soon. Tommy texts him back. Please give me your address so we can send you an invitation to the wedding.) He texts bad the address. Dylan wants to go say good-bye to Elliot, so Tommy pauses the movie for him and he goes out to see Elliot. they chat for a bit. Dylan says he hopes they can stay in touch, not just for house cleaning, but because they're both subs and it would be fun to talk together and Elliot gives him a big hug and promises that they will. He goes back to the living room where Tommy is waiting for him and speaking on the phone.
"Excellent. 6:30 would be fine. thank you. I'm glad I thought to call; I didn't realize those private rooms were so popular. Yes, your boss knows us well. Just please let him know that Dylan and Tommy Roberts are coming in for dinner at that time. It will be nice to see him. And, please, what is the dress code there? Oh, excellent. I would have had us wear suits. Really? ...chuckles . . . thanks so much. Good-bye now.
Tommy smiles up at Dylan. "tonight, my dear fiancé, we are dining in style." "Where to, Tommy?" "One of Dad's friends has just opened his own 5-start high class restaurant and it's not far from here. Italian. Dylan licks his lips And guess what? They actually have private dining rooms for couples. Very romantic."
"That sounds wonderful!" "We going to get dressed to the nines, too, baby." AND I'm hiring a car, so we can make out on the way there and on the way back." Dylan applauds. "you have such great ideas, sweetheart."
"thank you."
"So how was your goodbye with Elliot?"
"Good. I had a point I wanted to make. I wanted him to know that I would like us to become friends aside from the housework thing. After all, we're both subs, he was with Mike and it didn't work out. I think it would be nice to share something with another sub."
"Good idea. But don't forget it might also be possible to network with Bob and Sammy." "I wonder how the boy is doing and what's developing between them, if anything at all." "I wonder as well. Peter really went over the top last night, apparently." "Partly my fault for giving him the cane." "Hey, Sammy had it coming to him." "MEOW~!!!!" They both have a good laugh. "Seriously, though, say I did something awful and you felt that I needed to be punished. What would you do?"
"I'm not answering that because it is not something that would ever happen. No matter how upset I might be with you, or angry even, I certainly would not go about giving you corporal punishment. That's just for us, for kinky fun, when we both want it. And it's NEVER punishment." "Unless we're play-acting." "even then, though. I'd want to be very careful. But seriously, Dylan: when have I ever, ever, ever been that upset with you about something?" "Right. I get it."
"I guess we'll never know." Dylan laughs out loud. "What?" Dylan is laughing so hard he can hardly get the words out, "But there is something that we DO know about now!" Tommy looks confused. "Frank's foreskin!" "Oh shit!" Tommy cracks up as well.
"But, in all seriousness, I wish I knew who WERE the guys you sucked off before I claimed you as my own. Must have been half the campus!" He messes up dylan's hair. "Very funny! NOT. for your information, I only did it three times." "Oh, only three. So that makes you a mini-slut." Dylan just gives up and makes a face.
"Were they all white?" "TOMMY!"
When it's time to get ready to go to dinner, Tommy dresses Dylan in one his favorite dress shirt, because it is something he will enjoy looking at during dinner. Dress black slacks complete the ensemble, and do a fairly good job of hiding his cage; if nothing else, it simply looks like he is well hung. His hair gets special attention and Tommy tells him he wants to get the back trimmed a bit; he doesn't want it hanging down too far; in fact, he'd like it to look like a normal haircut when seen from the back. Dylan is happy that with the two top buttons of his shirt undone, his collar shines through clear and brilliant. New shoes are a bit uncomfortable, but Tommy assures him he will be allowed to take them off in the limo and in the restaurant once they get seated in their private dining room. In fact, he may take off his shirt as well, depending on who the waiter is.
Tommy has to be somewhat circumspect about this, because his Dad's friend Anthony, the owner of the restaurant, had never met Dylan and probably doesn't know about the wedding. It will be interesting to see how he reacts to the information.
The limo arrives and the boys get settled, happy to note that there is a privacy screen between them and the driver, and the windows are as dark as they can possibly be. (Obviously, Tommy arranged for it to be like this.)
Once they're seated, Dylan has a question: "Why are you making this all so special, Tommy? I never expected any of this. I thought it would be just an ordinary Sunday evening." "It's so special, Dylan, because I love you so much and wanted to surprise you with a special treat. After all, exams start the end of next week, and between all that, your visit to the doctor next Saturday, and the wedding preparations and visits from friends, I'm suspecting that we won't have another opportunity to focus on just us. Everyone says that's what it's like when a wedding is coming up."
"I love your surprises, Sir," Dylan says affectionately, as Tommy starts unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his nipples and chest. Tommy kisses his neck and then works his way down to a nipple and feasts on it, rather frisky, and gentle nips and bites have Dylan moaning like the slut Tommy wants him to be. Dylan runs his hands over Tommy's arm muscles, closes his eyes, leans back and mutters, "yours. yours. yours. ouch. yours. all yours." Tommy continues enjoying his feast. He takes one of dylan's hands off his arm and puts it on his erection. Dylan runs his fingers up and down it, and pays special attention to the ridge below his head. "No dick in the world is as wonderful as yours, my love."
"Is mine better than the ones you sucked in the library?" Tommy asks teasingly. "No comparison, baby, but don't forget that during those days I had never had a chance to see your cock hard, but only in the gym showers."
"Were any of them bigger than me?"
"TOMMY! Stop with the questions about the library!"
"Are you safewording me?"
"Um, no, baby. Just making a request."
"And If I don't stop?"
"If you don't stop, I'll have no choice but to answer as truthfully as possible, Master." Tommy chuckles and bites a little harder which gets Dylan moaning more than everything.
Finally he stops and moves up to kiss Dylan the way Dylan likes it the best; lots of saliva so Dylan can suck his mouth. The kiss lasts so long that both of them have swollen lips. Tommy stops so they have a chance to return to normal. Instead, he kisses dylan's hands and imagines what his left hand is going to look like when he puts the wedding ring on it. Such a wonderful ring, too. Not gold, however, but gunmetal. A diamond, a ruby and opal stones give it a rainbow flavor. Tommy's own ring is just the simple gunmetal. Dylan hasn't seen these rings yet. He won't until the ceremony itself.
They are getting close to the restaurant. Tommy takes out his handkerchief and dries dylan's nipples of any excess moisture and then buttons up his shirt again.
"There is something I want us to do while we're having dinner, Dylan."
"what is that?"
"I want us to tell each other secrets. Secrets we've kept hidden in our minds. Secrets we might be embarrassed to tell. Secrets about desires we haven't mentioned. Secrets about how we think of each other. Secrets about the past—but not anything that will cause you anxiety, okay?"
"hmmmm.. I have to think about this. Tommy, I'm naked for you in body and in mind and in heart. What else is there to reveal?"
"I don't know. Let's just see how this whole thing develops. Look at it as a way we will make love to each other, boy."
"your boy, Tommy. I love it so much. I love YOU so much. Always have."
"Always?"
"It's not time for secrets yet, dude."
The limo pulls up to the doors of the restaurant. A valet opens the door for them. Tommy gets out first and then extends his hand to Dylan to help him out of the car. The entrance to the restaurant is exquisite. The name of the establishment is very simple: "Antonio's banquet."
They enter a well-appointed lobby in shades of gold and topaz. And there is Anthony ready to greet them personally.
"Tommy, my goodness, how grown-up you look. I don't think I've seen you since you were in high school. Welcome to my humble establishment." Anthony is his Dad's age—they went to school together—and is strikingly handsome with a 7-carat smile. He gives Tommy a hug and a kiss on the cheek, just like old times. Then, smiling, he looks to Dylan. "And this must be the young man you have chosen to commit your life to." Tommy introduces Dylan. "Yes, Antonio, this is my lifelong friend and soon to be husband, the great joy of my life all of my life."
Anthony gestures for a hug and says to Dylan, "may I?" Dylan nods and is suddenly surrounded by big strong arms which make him feel like a protected treasure. He loses himself in the hug and becomes a little boy for a moment. Anthony kisses him as well on the cheek, and then gently lets go of him. "thank you, sir, for that wonderful welcome. I'm happy to meet you at last."
"Dylan, please never forget that for me, you are family. Never hesitate to call on me for anything at all."
Tommy takes Dylan by the hand. "Enough pleasantries. Please let me escort you to your private table. I have assigned a waiter to you who is himself married to a special young man. I thought he would be most suitable to share your joy with you." "We appreciate that, Anthony. It will certainly help us be comfortable," answers Tommy. "And that is what I want; for you to be as comfortable as you possibly can be. Your waiter's name is Spencer, but he likes to be called "Spike" by rainbow friends and will certainly appreciate it if you called him by that name. So, gentlemen, please follow me."
Anthony leads them through the restaurant and they note it is almost full and everyone there looks well-heeled. Tommy leads Dylan by the hand to ground him. they enter the room and marvel at how beautiful it is. "Spike" comes in and introduces himself and helps them get situated, He lights the candles and turns down the lights, pours water for them and gives them a bottle of the finest Italian Prosecco as a personal gift from Anthony. "We won't notice that you are underage. Anthony noticed that you arrived by limo so he doesn't have to worry about you driving home. Enjoy, my friends." He also encourages them to begin with the restaurants very special chicken-sausage soup and tells them he'll be bring fresh bread as soon as it's out of the oven. He also writes down his cell phone number and tells them that if they need anything at all they can simply text him rather than have to wait for him to come around.
"You two enjoy a nice romantic evening here. I will be as unobtrusive as possible. All I need to know for now is what you would like as your main course at dinner and the salad. I recommend the house special feast which will keep you both busy for quite a while, and also plenty to bring home with you."
"then that is what we will have," says Tommy. "Dylan always prefers that I order for him." "Ah," says Spike, "just like my husband." He winks at Tommy as if to say, "So I know who the Dom in this relationship is."
They enjoy their wine. Spike brings the soup and the bread and gives them spiced olive oil to dip the bread in. "Take your time, my friends. I will bring your first course in about 20 minutes. Let this wonderful meal be a special occasion for you both."
They begin tasting their soup and are overwhelmed with how delicious it is. After a few minutes, Tommy says, "So, the first secret I want to tell you is that when you used to sleep over with me, when we were about 10 years old, I think, one night I was awake and your undershirt rode up, and I peeked at you because you never let me see you with your shirt off, and I saw bruises on you. I was so sad to see that and I knew I couldn't say anything, so I kept it to myself and decided that I would try to have you spend as much time as possible with me."
"And you never told your parents?"
"No, because I knew they would get involved and you obviously didn't want us to know. But I did ask Mom to see if she could have you stay over or just spend evenings with us as much as possible because I wanted to protect you. I almost cried that night when I saw the bruises." Dylan takes his hand and kisses it.
"so it's your turn, pup. Take your time."
"I know that first secret I want to tell you, Tommy. It's that I wish I could shave your balls for you because I'm always getting hair in my teeth when I try to lick and suck them."
"Are you sure you could do it without cutting me?"
"I'll try my best. You'll really let me?"
"Of course, sweetheart. I know how much I enjoy your balls all shaved for me. I never thought to take care of my own for you. You know what, though? Maybe I'll shave myself. But you can help me." Tommy takes a piece of bread and dips it in the oil and leans over to put it into dylan's mouth.
"Okay, my turn. Adrian was the one who told me that you were gay and a sub and that he was using you. He told me to look up about dom/sub so I'd know what made you tick and what a "little slut" you are. I did what he said, and got turned on about it. So one day I went to him and told him that he couldn't have you any more, that I was taking over, and if he gave you any trouble about it, he'd hear from me. That very night was the first time you ever sucked my dick. It was all thanks to Adrian."
"I was wondering why, all of a sudden, he wasn't making me come to his room. Cool. thanks, Tommy. And that first night for us was so fantastic. I was so happy!"
Spike knocked on the door and brought in the first course, which was homemade pasta with a light mushroom sauce. He explained that each of the courses was small so we wouldn't get filled up too fast. He asked if we needed anything else. Tommy spoke up. "Spike, this is our private room and the only person who will come in here is you?" "Yes, that's right."
"So would you mind if you came in here and found that Dylan had been stripped a bit—or maybe even completely?"
"Dude, you do what you want to him. It won't bother me at all. My husband and I go to a gay bdsm club sometimes, so we see all sorts of things." Tommy is curious about the club. The name of the club is "Paddles." Tommy explains that we'll both turn 21 this summer. Spike says, "well keep my phone number. We'd be happy to take you there for the first time and introduce you around to the owners if you want." "Great idea," answers Tommy. "You'll definitely hear from us around the end of July."
While they are enjoying their pasta, Tommy winks at Dylan and says, "Take off your shirt, boy, so I can enjoy seeing your chest and nipples while I'm eating." Dylan shyly takes off his shirt, kind of embarrassed in such a strange setting. Tommy says, "Thank you, boy. It always pleases me when you let me push you a bit out of your comfort zone. And you look so beautiful to me in the candlelight, bare-chested like that."
"So it's my turn to tell a secret, I guess."
"Right. `Fess up, sweetheart."
"Back when you got me the job as towel boy for the swim team, I used to love seeing all the naked guys, but most of the time I just looked at you, trying to memorize what your cock looked like."
"Baby, that's no secret. I knew that. You were very obvious. So you still gotta tell a secret."
"Um...sometimes in high school I would jerk off imagining that I was gonna suck off the entire swim team. Especially Phil and Peter and Andrew. So I started really checking out their cocks, too."
"you dirty little boy. Damn, I wish I'd known back then. Such a wild time we would have had."
"sorry, honey. I was too scared I'd lose you. But enough about me. It's your turn now."
"Okay. My secret is that I was really disappointed when Mom decided to put bunk beds in our room. I used to love to sneak over and put my arm around you when you were sound asleep."
"So then I have secret. I was actually GLAD that Momma put in the bunk beds. It was getting too hard to sleep with you. I was always hard, especially when I would breathe in your scent. And a couple of times, I would get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom to jerk off, just to take the pressure off me."
Tommy laughs his head off.
Spike comes in with the next course. Steak medallions in wine sauce. When he sees Dylan bare-chested, he winks at him but says nothing.
"My secret," says Tommy. "Sometimes I think about getting your nipples pierced." Dylan almost melts.
"Really?"
"Yes, but not yet. I'm not sure. I like having my fun with them the way they are now."
"Well you know it's up to you, Master."
"I know, boy. I own your body." "You do, Sir."
"My secret: I wish I could have your name tattooed on me."
"Where?"
"that would be up to you."
"Maybe right over your dick, where you used to have pubes. Or on your ass. it's definitely going to happen. I just want to think about where I want my name to go."
Tommy feeds Dylan a piece of steak off his fork. Then comes over and feeds Dylan a mouthful of Prosecco.
"My turn: Mike keeps getting on my case because I'm not making you drink my piss. `slaves drink piss,' he keeps saying. I keep explaining that you're not really a slave. But I think about it at times, but I don't feel right about it. I think it would be too degrading, like if I made you do it then you really would be a slave. I don't want that inequality between us."
"thank you. My secret is that I really like what you are doing with me, like making me finish you off, and I really get turned on watching you piss and hearing you piss, and when you sometimes piss on me in the shower. But I agree with you about drinking. Too not-like-us."
"that's why I got so angry when Sammy was asking you questions about that."
"I know. And I'm glad you stepped in at that point and didn't give any answer at all. You were really protecting me." Dylan goes behind Tommy and puts his arms around him.
"I know, baby. Some of the kinkier people we know most likely assume that is what is happening, but they'll never really know one way or another as far as I'm concerned."
"You blew my mind when you went and gave the cane to Peter. And damn, Sammy really did get punished by him."
"Well, he had it coming."
"Yeah, but now everyone knows you have a cane to use on me. I was embarrassed by that."
"Is that another secret?" "Kind of, I guess. But it's your turn now for sure."
"My secret? Hmmmmm . . . . well a lot of girls used to tease me about our friendship and would accuse us of being gay for each other . . . I would get pissed, not about myself but that they would think that of you. I hate it when anyone puts you down, you know that."
"Tommy?"
"What, sweetheart?"
"When did you really start thinking you could be gay for me?"
"A lot of times. A lot more than I could admit to myself. But when some girl would give me a blowjob, I often had to imagine it was you doing it or else I couldn't cum."
"Wow. A Big SECRET!"
"Can you top that?"
"I cried myself to sleep almost every night when I thought that you would be going away to college without me."
"oh, baby. But that pulls a secret out of me: I started begging Dad to do something to fix it so you could come to college with me. And one time I even cried in front of Dad because I was so worried. I told him that if you couldn't come with me, then I was just gonna stay home and go to community college."
Spike comes in with the next course: lobster cooked in spicy tomato sauce.
As soon as he leaves, Tommy tells Dylan to take off his shoes and pants and to come and kneel by him. He takes both plates of lobster and feeds it to Dylan the way they do at home.
Next time Spike comes in, he smiles to see Dylan in his underpants kneeling by his dom, being fed like a little boy. "Man, that is so sweet. I've got to try that at home with my Brian. You two are going to be the hit of the club when you get there."
Tommy asks him: "Does it get very wild there? Dylan gets really frightened and anxious if they're any real rough stuff going on."
"Very seldom to tell the truth." says Spike. "But there's a lot of nudity. And a lot of subs who are locked in cages."
"well then, Dylan will fit right in." Tommy reaches down and pulls down the front of his underpants so Spike can see his cage. Dylan blushes like crazy.
"I can't get Brian to try that," says Spike.
"I love it," says Tommy. "It makes me feel really powerful having the only dick that's functioning when we make love."
"Do you lock him in for long periods of time?"
"Not really," says Tommy. "The truth is that I like his dick and I really like making him cum. But I always tie up his arms when I take off the cage. He's never allowed to touch his dick again as far as I'm concerned."
Dylan is slipping into sub space, feeling like he's being talked about like an object that Tommy owns, or a pet or something. He lays his head on Tommy's leg. Tommy plays with his hair and forgets about eating his salad. He just wants to cherish this time when Dylan is so much at peace and so lost in his special type of love. Tommy promises himself that he is going to spend the rest of his life making sure that Dylan always knows how much he means to him.
Spike comes in with dessert and coffee and sees Dylan deep in sup space on his knees next to Tommy.
"You can put both deserts down here, Spike and I'll feed the boy. He's deep in boy mode now. I might need some help in a while getting him dressed again."
"Just call if you need me. Damn, you are one lucky dude. this boy will be a boy for you all his life"
"Don't I know it! Always has been and always will be. My baby." Tommy caresses the back of his head.
"Spike, please take my credit card before you leave so we can settle things up. I think I'll have to take the dessert to go and shuffle Dylan out of here."
"Sure, Tommy. I'll do that and also make arrangements for the limo to be ready at the back door for you." Spike leaves with the credit card.
Tommy reaches down and hugs Dylan and sees if he can get him to stand up. "We're going home, baby. Soon. Gotta get you dressed so we can walk through the dining room without causing a scene. C'mon, dude. Kneel up just a little bit for me, okay? Dylan nods and raises his head from Tommy's thigh and looks up. "So pretty here, Daddy." Spike comes in the credit statement. Tommy quickly fills it out. "Your dessert is already in the limo. One less thing for you to worry about." "Good thinking, Spike.
Thanks. Say, can you hand me dylan's shirt?" Tommy gets the shirt and manages to get it on Dylan without too much trouble although all Dylan wants to do is hug him. Spike holds the pants down on the floor so Dylan can step into them. They get them up him and find his shoes. Finally all fixed but Dylan doesn't want to stand on his own. "Daddy carry me, pwease?"
"Spike says there's a way out that doesn't take them through the dining room which is practically empty by now anyway. Tommy lets Dylan piggy-back him and without too much struggle they manage to get outside. the cool air helps wake Dylan up. He gets into the car with tommy behind him.
"That was so awesome, so beautiful, so tasty and you are so hot, Tommy, you light me on fire." He deposits Dylan in the back seat of the limo and gets in himself. As soon as they are under way, Tommy helps his boy strip again, this time all the way. Tommy starts to lick and suck the boy's nipples and Dylan giggles and sits back with his arms around Tommy. Soon, baby, soon you will have me. Soon, baby, soon, I will have you."
"Sweetheart, we already have each other." "But not completely. There's more to take, and more to give. You'll find out, dude. Wedding night extravaganza. Can't wait. Can't wait. I want to be so bound to you that no one can ever break us apart without killing us." SSHH!, sweetheart. No more words from you. Put your words away for now."
Dylan remains quiet while Tommy kisses every possible inch of him for the rest of the ride. When the limo arrives back home, Tommy handles Dylan out of the car naked and asks the valet to get all the things from the back seat while he walks his naked lover into the house and then into their room. He gets apple juice in a sippy cup for Dylan and nothing for himself.
Tommy his boy to bed. He strips to underpants and gets in bed with Dylan and immediately, Dylan curls himself into Tommy's body. "I love you,
Tommy. I love you so much. I always feel safe when I am with you. I am the luckiest guy in the world." "no, baby, I am the luckiest guy in the world, having you to care for and to protect. I love you. I promise to keep you safe, always." They both slip off into sleep
END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
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